Not a punk/hardcore band. Nope.
Long fable short, this tape blew my (shitty) expectations out of most potable liquids. I’m on my 7th round, now, and am still discovering hidden complexities/parallels to all them Eighties New Wave acts I’ve loved since my inception.
Note! I’d already appreciated the multitude of timbre changes/noisy permutations of the noisy synthesizer(s) that dominate each of these track’s movements. I’d also felt great about wishing I were (theoretically) a part of some tighter-than-tight Bass/Drum contingent that could drive a band like this to its commanding authority. I’d also wondered if this is what David Yow sounded like as a teenager, before diving headfirst into his (delightful!) megalomania. So many explorations!
I cannot even appropriately tie in the shades of Brainiac and ‘90s Gary Numan that are sprinkled throughout this album, so I’ll just leave this sentence here.
This isn’t punk/hardcore. Nope. It is, however, beyond dynamic, driving, dissonant, daunting, delightful, and great. Did I mention that this may very well be their first recorded effort? Holy SHIT! More please! Sorry I misjudged your name, TD!
-- Jacob An Kittenplan